The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-01-16

in the forest, broke the complete still
ness. No human voice reminded of the
fact that within those gray walls a
multitude of men had elected to pass
the remainder of their days, looking on
the world lin their great reformer's own
words) : AS if it had already gone
through the great contlagration which
shall DESTROY it in the end of time, and
as if naught but its ashes remained"
1t seemed as if the silence all around
had laid its hand even upon these
casual visitors to its abode, for they
spoke in subdued tones, and started
when the driver rang the bell at the
central gate and shocked the air with
its harsh clang.
The door with its warning to strang-
ers, On gardera dams le cI0itre u1 per-
petueL silence" opened to admit Mr.
Bowyer; the silent porter IN his long
white, wooden gown with leathern girdle,
his face almost hidden by the great
black hood, kneeling for a moment, in
token of welcome, before his guest, and
then mutely led him down the narrow
walk, between gooseberry bushes and
white thorns, to the sdoOr of the ship
ike church.
Here and there a brother was al
work in the garden, his hood thrown
off, the long gown tucked with the
black scapulary into the girdle, his
shaven crown bare 10 the afternoon
sun. None paused or looked up for a
moment at the stranger, whose eyes
passed from them to the motto on the
cloister door,
Sedebit SoLitariuS ct tdcebit,
ha 11k IA oInAy,, Of N
church itself. 1t was very plain, totally
lacking in those adornments usual in
Roman Catholic places OF worship. A
crucifix, and right and left double
candlestick- was all-no silk or
embroidered hangings-oniy the sym
Dol of the faith in stern severity.
Mr.. Bowyer stood there and gaZed
while he pondered sadly enough on the
living death of those monks, who may
neither speak to each other nor com-
municate by wiring with the outer
world; clock outside struck the hour
for service, and through side door filed
in silently the company of brothers
each one kissing the ground before the
altar, as he moved solemnly to his
place, where through the service be
stood with closed or downcast ewes
singing the responses, in which alone
his voice should evermore be heard on
earth.
And as Roger Bower looked in sad
ness on that mournful band, he started
with dismay. Close to him, where his
hand could almost touch him, stood
thin. and aged, and haggard, but I'm.
mlstakable-with face shaven as when
first he knew him - Martin Schultz
whilom priest of Grunenau, the long.
mourned husband of Nina Stein.
Bowyer with difficulty restrained
himself till the short service was at an
end, and then he leaned towards him
and whispered his name. The downcast
eyelids quivered, the sensitive mouth,
drawn with pain and year-long anguish
OF soul, trembled; but no other sign of
recognition came, and before Bower
could speak again the hood was drawn
closer over the lined brow, and Martin
Schultz, the Trappist monk, had passed
out OF his sight for evermore.
Bowyer had heart for no more sight.
seeing that day; he joined his wife, but
so pale and shocked that she exclaimed
at his appearance. But neither then
nor at any other time did he give her
any explanation beyond the one
(Which, as she said, was none):
Il have seen a ghost, and mortal
flesh can not overcome its horror of the
dead returned to life. "-Temple Bar.